Quinn stepped out of the office and returned to her workstation. The WeChat group logged in on her computer was pinging non-stop.
She glanced at it briefly, bombarded by mentions from countless people.
[@Quinn, what happened in the office? Did you see the lipstick smudge on Director Harper's lips? It's the same shade as Yian's lipstick.]
[@Quinn, so is our Director Duncan out of the running? Quinn, let us in on the gossip, won't you? Good sisters share their scoops; don't hog it all for yourself.]
[Ahhhh! Do we really need to discuss this? It's confirmed, folks. Yian and Director Harper are definitely an item.]
[@Quinn, Quinn, where did you go? Respond already!]
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Quinn quickly scrolled through the messages, then quietly shut the window, pretending to play dead. She wouldn't dare say anything further; she still needed her salary next month to buy a handbag.
Inside the office, Clara, waiting for Quinn to leave, immediately texted Edward:
[Wipe your mouth.]